Today I saw my primary therapist. My therapist for anxiety (secondary therapist) told me that I had to be honest with her and tell her about the unfortunate incident that happened with my sister on Friday, as well as the subsequent breakdown and cutting. So, I did. I told her all of it, and cried in her office-which I have never done. I am proud to say I have never cried in her presence, mostly because I am intimidated by her. She is a tough love sort of therapist. But it felt good to get it all out and tell her how depressed I have been feeling and up and down, and crying a lot. She gave good advice, and I did come away feeling better.
It comes down to using my DBT skills I guess. She says that I have to stop in the moment and think about what I am doing and use my "wise mind" and not my "emotional mind". I am REALLY going to have to work on that. Plus, I'm going to have to find more joy in the activities that I enjoy, like the quote above implies. I think I can do it. I know I can (with the help of meds-of course). :)